Shadow of the Beautiful World

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When Officer Joe West of the Central City Police took his colleague, he came to the scene of the train derailment. By the broken tunnel, the reporters had already arrived.

These guys came too fast, almost just 30 minutes after the trapped people got out of danger, they came here from the central urban area.

Derailment events are rare, especially for small cities like Central City, which will not happen for several years.

This naturally aroused the media's attention.

Of course, in addition to the rapid rescue of the accident and the huge number of survivors, their focus is also on the other hand.

"My God, did this use a bomb?"

After seeing the tunnel entrance, the young West police officer piled up, blocking the various goods and compartments at the entrance of the tunnel, and the big hole that was blasted from the center. The capable black police officer could not help but send out Exclaimed.

"No, Joe."

A reporter familiar with Officer West had just finished reporting, and he said suspiciously to the officers around him:

"This is not the trace left by the bomb explosion, you know, the demolition soldier I worked in the army for a while...actually, unless those trapped call a tank, you have to use huge amounts of explosives In order to make such a big hole on an obstacle with a width of 7 meters. And it can not be so smooth."

The reporter narrowed his eyes. He looked at the steel that had solidified again around the big hole. A flash of fine light flashed in his eyes. He said:

"There is no doubt that this is related to supernatural forces!"

"There is no doubt that you have just encountered something related to supernatural powers, little girl."

Carrying the black box, Nick Frieter picked up the downwind frog mirror, and he looked at the stubborn little girl in front of him with embarrassment.

The latter was sitting on his suitcase, drinking hot coffee carelessly, and wrapped in a blanket. And her mother, with a worried face, was beside her daughter. From time to time, she stared at the man indifferently in front of her body with vigilant eyes.

"More than 10 people told me, little girl, you are the first person to discover this breach."

Fury squatted down, and this capable agent worked hard to make his expression look gentle.

However, the sharp temperament developed as a former elite soldier and military intelligence officer makes him really unsuitable to play the role of "Uncle Uncle".

The cunning little girl in front of him didn't bird him at all, or even afraid of him at all.

Fury patiently said to the little girl who pinned her face to the other side:

"So you must have seen something, little girl, I am here to help you. You should tell me no matter what you see."

"But I didn't see anything."

The little girl was sitting on the suitcase with her legs shaking back and forth. She tilted her head and looked at Fury in front of her. She said disgustedly:

"I heard the sound, I ran over, and I saw a big hole... and then the uncles and aunts came, and we were saved like this. I said the same to the pretty journalist lady, just now, you Why don't you believe me!"

The little girl seemed angry, she turned to look at her mother, pitifully begging:

"Mom, mom, Americans are so annoying! I don't like it anymore. Let's go home."

"Okay, okay, my poor baby."

The mother with the hemostatic tape on her forehead bent down and hugged her baby girl in her arms. She glared fiercely at the innocent Agent Fred and said to her daughter:

"We will return to London immediately, baby, your father must be worried."

After talking, the lady ignored the embarrassing Fury, she dragged the suitcase and left.

The clever little girl lay on her mother's shoulder. She made a grimace to Agent Frey and shouted in a childish voice:

"Goodbye, big uncle."

"Also, I am not a little girl, my name is Hermione! Hermione Jane Granger, nice to meet you! Sir, good luck!"

Fury watched the little girl Hermione leave. The experienced agent could be sure that the little girl in front of him must know some inside story about this supernatural phenomenon, but he couldn't forcefully punish a little girl.

Although Fury has seen many dark things, he even performed many dark actions with his own hands.

But he thought he was still a bottom line.

The agent looked at the black suitcase in his hand that contained the dangerous goods he had just recovered from Chicago. Only 6 hours after the explosion, another supernatural phenomenon occurred in the Central City area not far from Chicago.

Fury didn't think it was a coincidence.

He looked back at the big hole that was blown up at the entrance of the tunnel. The tunnel that was obviously blown up by some kind of force reminded him of the explosion in Chicago.

He had a hunch that this should be the same creature's handwriting.

But he didn't have any clues.

"Hi, don't touch me! You **** guys!"

A full voice sounded behind Fury, and the agent turned around and saw an old man lying on a stretcher arguing with several Central City police.

The old man seemed injured, but he roared like an old lion.

"I said everything, I don't know anything, I don't remember anything! You see, I'm just a poor old man, and I might still suffer from **** diseases like amnesia, so don't bother me!"

"Mr. Stan, we have no other meaning, we just want you to describe..."

"Go away! Don't touch me! I have human rights!"

Seeing that the old man lying on the stretcher had lifted his cane and started driving the innocent policemen, Fry shook his head suddenly.

There is nothing interesting here, and he is not interested in the quarrel between the old man and the police.

The only clue related to this supernatural event is about to leave the United States and return to London, which means that Agent Frey’s continued stay here is meaningless.

The affairs of the Strategic Science Corps are many, and this organization, which has been maintained for more than 50 years, is seeking transformation, but there is not much time for senior agents like Fury to waste.

He put on the frog mirror again, looked around, and then stumbled into a black car. In the hum of the engine, Agent Frey quickly drove up the road and quickly left the scene.

He had a hunch that the life that caused two strange explosions would appear again sooner or later.

He just needs to wait patiently.

"Killed a liar. Saved more than 230 people. Such a serious derailment, but only a few casualties, and someone can walk away on their own. Is this really God's blessing? Or, of these, what... Hidden affection?"

Fury was cranky while driving. And at the next moment, his foot slammed on the brakes, and the black car suddenly shook and stopped quickly on the side of the road.

Agent Frey quickly discovered the point of the matter.

He quickly opened the file and glanced at it.

"Well, a few uninjured people left by themselves?"

There was a flash of light in Frui's narrowed eyes:

"Yeah, he left..."

Thinking of this, he quickly picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Sergeant Joe West? I am Nick Fury, a senior agent of the Strategic Science Corps. I need you to send a police officer to search around the tunnel immediately! Yes! Now!"

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Central City, this is a small city in the northern United States. It takes about 6 hours to get here from Chicago by train.

This little-known city used to be a famous aerospace rocket development city in the United States in the last era. Even now that the plan to explore space has gradually come to a close, there are still several top-notch, world-class technology laboratories in the Central City .

This is a city full of book gas. People living here are also proud of this book gas.

But to be honest, the climate here is not too good at this time.

Just this morning, a heavy rain fell on Central City and the surrounding area. The rain was so heavy that even the clean-up of the train tunnel and the search by the police that caused the discussion had to be suspended.

Except for lunatics and homeless people, almost no one would travel in such heavy rain.

Merlin belongs to the latter.

At this time, he curled up on the corner of the central city street, covered with a dirty blanket.

Although the heavy rain has stopped, there are still small raindrops constantly hitting Merlin's face, making him already cold and bone-throwing, once again feeling the fate of his malicious.

From the rail line outside the city all the way to the central city area, it feels terrible to walk for hours in the night rain.

To make matters worse, Merlin felt like he was sick.

Like someone with a cold and fever, he felt sore and weak all over his body, and almost every bone was soft.

Despite the tightest wrap, Merlin still felt no trace of warmth. The cold, the infiltrating cold came from the depths of the bone marrow and spread on his body. He curled up on the corner of the street and shivered.

He could feel his teeth colliding, and every time he breathed, he could even bring out the cold air visible to the naked eye.

This is certainly not because of the rain.

Merlin speculates that this should be related to two consecutive incidents of being dragged into a force runaway in a short period of time. This is because the strength in his body is "warning" him. His physical strength at this time cannot support two consecutive times. Magic explosion.

It's like going crazy overdrafting the future.

"It's... time to go."

Merlin was trembling and struggling to get up, he felt like he was completely frozen. But he has been here for a long time, and he must leave this neighborhood before bad luck accumulates.

The 6-hour limit forced Merlin to find a way to leave.

He hasn't slept well at all for a long time.

His physical strength, his spirit, have reached the limit.

And we all know that under extreme fatigue, normal people should choose to rest instead of chasing around, because it is dangerous...

Just like now.

"what!"

At the moment when Merlin was going to cross the street, there was a scream, accompanied by the shining lights, and then, Merlin felt like his body was pushed hard, and the whole person flew into the air lightly. ,then...

In front of him, it became dim.

Before completely losing consciousness, Merlin heard a panic sound, it seemed to be a couple.

"Henry, Henry! Oh my God, I killed, I killed!"

"No, my dear, calm down, he is still alive, this young man is just bruised... don't be afraid, I'm a doctor anyway, I'll save him. Come, take your hand, we carry him into the car go with."

"Do not!"

Merlin struggled as hard as he could, but he was too tired. He really needed a break urgently.

"But time... it's about time."

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Merlin felt like he was lying in the open-air bathtub at Coulson Farm, enjoying the lazy afternoon in the warm sunshine of Wisconsin.

It feels very pleasant, and it seems to be back to the most carefree time in the most carefree age when I was 15 years old.

It seems that there are still people singing, that is a song that he hasn't heard, very nice, very gentle, that is a lady singing.

In the song, Merlin opened his eyes slowly.

The sight is not the warm sunshine.

It was a piece of white porcelain, a pattern he had never seen before.

Merlin froze for a moment. He twisted his head and looked around. He found that he was lying in a bathtub, which was not anywhere he knew.

He could still feel a slight tingling in his waist, but his physical and mental exhaustion had been swept away.

After a long rest, he felt like he was alive again.

Merlin stood up from the bathtub. When he stepped out of the bathtub, he found a pile of clothes beside the pool. It was not his clothes, but they were washed very cleanly, and there was a smell of sunlight that had just been dried in the clothes.

Merlin wore a size one, and he wiped his hair clean. In the bathroom mirror, he looked at himself in the mirror. The dark circles on his cheeks due to insufficient rest had also disappeared.

After sloppy for nearly a month, in addition to the unrepaired beard and a little scattered, he once again restored the original clean and peaceful Merlin.

It's just like...

Walked around in hell, and then returned to the world.

"Yo, are you awake?"

The bathroom door was pushed open, and a tall man wearing an apron who appeared to be cooking came in.

He looked at Merlin who was looking in the mirror. The man suddenly showed a hearty and apologetic smile.

He has brown messy hair, and his always curved eyes and high nose bridge give this man a gentle affinity. This should be a man with a good personality and a good husband.

"Did you save me?"

Merlin looked back at the man, his expression a little heavy, he asked:

"How long has it been since I was in a coma? Has anything happened...what a bad thing?"

"Oh, you slept for about 18 hours. Everything was fine. No strange things happened... At first I thought your internal organs were bleeding to cause a coma, but then I found out that you were simply too tired."

The man scratched his head. He looked at Merlin's strange eyes slightly, and said embarrassedly:

"Of course it's our fault, I really shouldn't let my wife drive..."

Talking, the man wiped his hands on the apron, and then extended his hand to Merlin. He said in good faith:

"Meet me formally. I am a doctor. My name is Henry."

"Henry Allen."

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